Friday, 31 July 2009

"We're friends with benefits, but I really like being with you." "What do you mean?""Well, what do you think about me? You know, about me?""Um...""Be honest."

So I was honest.

"I like you. I think you're funny, and I like spending time with you. I like having sex with you. I really like having sex with you. But I don't want to go out with you. I don't want to be your boyfriend. It's not that I don't want to go out with anybody right now, because I would if I met the right girl. But that's not you. You're not the right girl. I don't want to go out with you."